Doing The Backstroke Makes Me Think Of You
Once I hit the water I feel a rush, a rush of energy and excitement. My muscles scream to be challenged.
Once I hit the water I feel a rush, a rush of energy and excitement. My muscles scream to be challenged.
I have to admit something. 6 months ago, I had no idea what Thought Catalog was.
More people crowd on the dance floor and I watch as the women sway their hips and men’s eyes seem to follow.
Sorority girls are not stupid.
I’m a pleaser with relationships. I stayed with a guy longer than I should have because I believed that I didn’t deserve him.
Who enjoys their workout, I think to myself.
My friends and I are like the crazy, hilarious girls from sex and the city. These girls have very different distinct personalities.
A year. 12 months, 52 weeks, 356 days. Unless it’s a leap year. 356 days seems like a long time but this lapse of time has the ability to mean so much more.
There is something that I call the Brick wall. It is an emotion that feels so real that it takes on a physical characteristic.